Love! I wonder at times, why is that the each and every moment of our life that has gone past, that will come and even the ones in which we are living are, in some or the other way, entwined around this enchanting feeling, and even why not. As The Beatles used to preach, “All you need is love.” Isn’t that true? Most of the people feel lonely, or feel bad about themselves, because they do not have any one around them, who would tell them how amazing they are, how special they are and how much their existence means to them. Solitude can be ecstatic only if you urge for it. Otherwise, it is just like standing in the middle of the road, with cars screeching past you, and all that you have to do is keep starring at the horizon, the far horizon, with a hope inside that someone would come looking for you, from that vast mass that lay ahead. To love you, to embrace you, arms in which you could melt, the bare shoulders on which you could cry, the mere touch that would ignite the lost wish inside you to live your life again. Such is the power that it holds, such is the beauty contained in it.
There was a boy, like you, like me, any random face from the crowd and sadly or gladly he too had to commit the sin. The sin of falling in love, the forbidden fruit as they would have said. And who would not have fallen for her too. She was the epitome of beauty. The first time they met, he could not take his eyes off her, even for a single microsecond, LITERALLY. There was something about her that kept him spellbound. Each time she ran her palms through her hair, his insides wished if she would do it again. Again so that he could see her fair tender hands against her black hair. An effortless effort it was. Enthralling beauty. This female specimen was fragile and every time he saw her walk, he felt as if she’s longing for a helping hand. He wanted to be that helping hand. She was in pain, not physically but emotionally. She had been through her deal of phases, and the sad part was that it was not the end. It would be time, until the sun shines upon her again and this very thought killed him from within. It was something, about which he could not do anything, but to watch her live through it and the very thought itself disturbed him very much. Cause he had always been taught that if only one could make the sorrows of their beloved fly away, they had the right to love them and be loved back.
But then again, he sees her playing with her hair, as she talked. Completely unaware of what treat she was to him, her actions, she continued. The occasional drama that she did, the looks that she gave him, the honest attempts of hers to laugh at the senseless jokes that he made, in an attempt to prove that he was not a bore, which in this case, he totally was. Now and then, the sun rays would fall on her face and she could see her ear rings shining against it, as if they were seeking his attention. But he was determined and the gaze still remained on her. All that he wanted to do was to hold her in his arms, to let his heart beats speak of what he felt for her, to let the strength of his hold decide how much he wanted her to be there. The irony was he did not know, yet, if she felt the same.
A millions times the question had already gone past him, if he should take the chance, if he should tell her about the little dream that he nurtures, and then again, as with everyone, he too was scared. A NO would always be disheartening, but what he feared was isolation. He had been alone in the past, and he did not want a repetition in the future. What he wanted was her.
With all the courage and with all his might, he took her hand in his. There was a tiny mole on her forearm. So, so perfect that anywhere else it would not have been this perfect. She looked at him, and he already had his eyes fixed upon her. For a moment he forgot everything, for beautiful eye lashes she had. Each time her eyes flickered, each time her eyes closed, he wanted to fly away with her so that when her eyes opened, they would have been in a fairy tale land, where everything and everyone would be happy. Some dreams can never come true! Trapping all the air that his lungs can, he finally confesses. The emotions flowing out like a brimming river. All that he had dreamed of saying to her, all that he had wanted to express, his wish, the desire in him to have her as his. And then there was silence that would have even put death to shame. The silence which was unbearable! The answer had not yet come.
There was a boy, like you, like me, any random face from the crowd and sadly or gladly he too had to commit the sin. The sin of falling in love, the forbidden fruit as they would have said. And who would not have fallen for her too. She was the epitome of beauty. The first time they met, he could not take his eyes off her, even for a single microsecond, LITERALLY. There was something about her that kept him spellbound. Each time she ran her palms through her hair, his insides wished if she would do it again. Again so that he could see her fair tender hands against her black hair. An effortless effort it was. Enthralling beauty. This female specimen was fragile and every time he saw her walk, he felt as if she’s longing for a helping hand. He wanted to be that helping hand. She was in pain, not physically but emotionally. She had been through her deal of phases, and the sad part was that it was not the end. It would be time, until the sun shines upon her again and this very thought killed him from within. It was something, about which he could not do anything, but to watch her live through it and the very thought itself disturbed him very much. Cause he had always been taught that if only one could make the sorrows of their beloved fly away, they had the right to love them and be loved back.
But then again, he sees her playing with her hair, as she talked. Completely unaware of what treat she was to him, her actions, she continued. The occasional drama that she did, the looks that she gave him, the honest attempts of hers to laugh at the senseless jokes that he made, in an attempt to prove that he was not a bore, which in this case, he totally was. Now and then, the sun rays would fall on her face and she could see her ear rings shining against it, as if they were seeking his attention. But he was determined and the gaze still remained on her. All that he wanted to do was to hold her in his arms, to let his heart beats speak of what he felt for her, to let the strength of his hold decide how much he wanted her to be there. The irony was he did not know, yet, if she felt the same.
A millions times the question had already gone past him, if he should take the chance, if he should tell her about the little dream that he nurtures, and then again, as with everyone, he too was scared. A NO would always be disheartening, but what he feared was isolation. He had been alone in the past, and he did not want a repetition in the future. What he wanted was her.
With all the courage and with all his might, he took her hand in his. There was a tiny mole on her forearm. So, so perfect that anywhere else it would not have been this perfect. She looked at him, and he already had his eyes fixed upon her. For a moment he forgot everything, for beautiful eye lashes she had. Each time her eyes flickered, each time her eyes closed, he wanted to fly away with her so that when her eyes opened, they would have been in a fairy tale land, where everything and everyone would be happy. Some dreams can never come true! Trapping all the air that his lungs can, he finally confesses. The emotions flowing out like a brimming river. All that he had dreamed of saying to her, all that he had wanted to express, his wish, the desire in him to have her as his. And then there was silence that would have even put death to shame. The silence which was unbearable! The answer had not yet come.
